you place yours upon mine so gently,
as though you didn't mean to,
though you tapped to a rhythm so very gently.
as if to remind me that you were there and i was near you.
the reminder served me well.
it was, perhaps, the first time
that i thought you could be a man
and i could be a woman.
by the end i knew what kind of a man you were
and what kind of woman i had become.
and now there are times
when i wake up with anxious fretful breaths.
i was running towards you and away from you.
passing, as quick as i could in front of you,
yet, afraid.
you pay no mind.
she put it into simple words,
i was as if i was leaving and wanted you to notice,
to be upset,
even to say goodbye.
and today i was in california ontop of a mountain
and he whispered,
at the end you run towards me.
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